Should you choose to accept it

January 26, 2010 at 10:32 pm (Random Thoughts, Why I'm crazy)

The Challenge:

Go a whole day without Complaining

I'm not complaining but... these boxes have been stacked
outside of the garage for three weeks!

 

A few weeks ago Doug mentioned that I complain a lot. I don’t disagree with that statement. I do complain… A LOT. I’m not quite sure where this comes from. I complain about big things, and I complain about things that make absolutely no sense. Doug is extremely patient with me, because if he complained, even half as much as I do, I would be a mess. It would hurt my self esteem if he told me I didn’t know how to load a dishwasher, or if he mentioned a million times to put a Bounce sheet in the dryer!

I’ve tried to think about how I should approach this challenge. Should I tell Doug, or should I wait to see if he notices? Can I write my complaints down in secret so that I can air them the next day? Can I post about all the things that I didn’t complain about? Should I wait until Doug and the kids go out of town for the day so that I’ll just be dealing with myself?

I think that if I can actually do this it would make our house a happier place to be. Plus, I’m pretty sure that if I decide to just deal with things instead of complaining I’ll feel a new sense of personal satisfaction.

Okay, I’ve convinced myself. I can do this. I am woman, hear me roar (but not in a complaining way!).

I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow!

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Just in case you missed my 15 minutes

January 12, 2010 at 8:35 am (Fun Stuff, Why I'm crazy)

This is right from her sight. We're practically bff's!

My cousin Liz posted about blogging and the reasons behind it. I went off on a crazy tangent in her comment section about how Ellen Page stole my life, and blah blah blah here I am today. I am a little annoyed with Ellen Page, but I’m going to have to find my fifteen minutes elsewhere.

Which leads me to my appearance on The Pioneer Woman. Now, don’t get too excited, I wasn’t consulted for one of my fabuloso recipes, but I did make a fun evening out of a book signing in Austin with my friend Lucy. I would just like you to keep in mind that there were hundreds of people at this thing, and she chose Lucy and I for her blog. I was considering bringing the baby because Dixie told me that would make me a shoe-in, but I’m very glad I didn’t bring her along. The drive to Austin is a little over an hour, and then we waited about four hours for our turn. Thankfully I had Lucy, and a very lovely lady behind us. How nice was the lady behind us, you ask? When we finally got to Ree and I got my camera ready, the memory card was full. At this point I do realize that I had four hours to delete some photos, but right then and there it was too late. This lovely lady took pictures for us and then posted them on her blog. Thank you Amy! This is why I love Texas. This woman is also responsible for correcting me on my poor pronunciation of the town named Burnet. You might think it’s Burnett like Carol, bt it’s actually burn it. I also learned that two bits four bits has absolutely nothing to do with Home Depot. I digress…

I showed up with three books. She signed them all and we got free t-shirts. Not a bad night all in all. I still haven’t been nominated for my academy award, but I’m sure it’ll be happening any day!

Thanks for the picture Amy!

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Taking Inventory

January 11, 2010 at 6:32 pm (Random Thoughts, Why I'm crazy)

The first pile of fabric

Alrighty, we are well into January, so it’s officially time to get organized. We have been very successful at keeping the desk in the kitchen clean. It has been over two weeks, and there is still nothing on it that shouldn’t be on it. I was inspired by Anna’s Christmas gift. Doug and I also have an agreement that if either of us put something on the desk that doesn’t belong there, then we have to pay the other person one dollar. So far, I’m up a dollar. It’s been a very good incentive for us.

 Now, I’m on to phase 2: The fabric collection. I try and I try to not buy new fabric … unless I have a really good use for it. Well, I think I have a really good use for almost everything, but I’m not using it. Am I the only one with piles of fabric? So, I’m going to start some sewing projects in an attempt to pare down the clutter. I have some stuff to do for Ingrid, plus I never finished what I was doing for Andrea (that is mostly because I’m still cursing the Minky!) Also, there’s a baby boom going on in our ward right now, so I should be able to unload some fabric on burp cloths and blankets. I’m wondering if it’s wrong to use up all my fabric just so that I can go buy more fabric. I really, really love fabric! Thanks Trisha for keeping me honest. I don’t know where you saw the idea, but I”m running with it!

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What’s Wrong With This Picture?

July 20, 2009 at 2:18 pm (Kids, Mom Stuff, Why I'm crazy)

They shouldn't even make diapers this size!

They shouldn't even make diapers this size!

Back before I had kids, before I was even married for that matter, I had a plan. That plan included having a baby once every 3 years beginning two years after my wedding. Part of the reasoning behind the every three years spacing was the fact that I only wanted to have one baby in diapers at a time. I also only wanted to have one baby home at a time, and I was counting heavily on my love of the pre-school system.

Well, the best laid plans… because right now I have four children at home, none of them are older than five, and three of the children are still in diapers! That’s right, three different sizes of diapers! I can’t really explain why I deviated so drastically from my plan except to say that I love having kids. If we waited three years between kids I’d be missing half my family right now, and I’d also be limiting myself to the number of kids, because, let’s face it, I’m no longer a spring chicken!

 Part of this is my fault, I should have been more proactive with William, but then we had Doug’s surgery and a million different house guest helpers and then a new baby and then lots of trips to show off the new baby. Unfortunately this has resulted in a three year old who couldn’t care less if he uses the toilet. I was hoping my sister-in-law Christie would be able to work some of her magic while we were in Canada, but she’s not a miracle worker!

So, now we are housebound. I’m letting William spend the day au naturel, hoping that he won’t pee all over the carpet! So, far so good. We’ve done this for two days, and I’m hoping it’ll only take a couple of more. Who knows, maybe I’ll try and train Benjamin while I’m at it!

If anyone has any less messy or more sanitary methods, I’m all ears!

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It’s 6:36 am; do you know where your endorphins are?

June 17, 2008 at 7:12 am (Why I'm crazy) ()

Today was the first day of an enrichment group involving fitness. I was thinking it would be a good way to get in some light excercise and have some fun chatting. I should’ve known when the sign-up sheet said that we were meeting at 5:50 AM!!

So, this morning I am met by this:

I swear to you it is Elle Woods, and she’s already pumped because she ran a mile to warm up for the group. I should have bolted right then and there, but I thought hey, I can’t be the slowest one here, and even if I am, no one is timing us. WRONG! No, no, today we were being timed. That’s right, we were getting a baseline for our mile and our max sit-up and max push-up.

I am not ashamed. My mile was 13:57. You may be laughing, but hey, at least I showed up. There were 11 people who signed up for this group and only 3 of those people showed up. And hey, how hard is it going to be for me to improve upon 13:57. Also, know that I didn’t actually run the whole mile… obviously! It’s also kind of embarassing that there is someone assigned to pick up the rear, and that person is hanging out with you pretty much the entire time.

Also, apparently you have to do this more than once a week to actually see results. I feel I was mislead. I was just looking for some chit chat away from the kids. Now, I can’t not show up next week or else it’ll look like I am a quitter. Oh the dilemma of wanting to be a quitter, but being too prideful to let anyone think I quit!

And seriously, how can people be that happy before breakfast?

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